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“I’d be talking less if your hand was around my throat.”
She’s outright baiting me, and I fucking love it. I have no idea how I got this damn lucky. But I’m not wasting time wondering when I could be enjoying it.
I’m on my feet a moment later, grabbing her and dragging her to the edge of the desk. True to her promise, her legs wrap around mine, and I tease her with the tip of my cock for a moment before I fuck her in earnest. The gasp she lets out as her nails rake down the back of my neck is enough to bring me close, and I have to pace myself to keep from just coming right here and now. But it’s like she knows and wants to bring me to my knees tonight, and her muscles tighten like a vice grip around me.
“Fucking hell. Your cunt is so fucking greedy for me.”
“I know. I need you. Finish what you started and fill me up.”
“Oh, I will. Until you feel me leaking down your thighs when I turn you around and spank your ass for being such a fucking brat.”
I run my hand up her stomach and over the bustier, coasting softly across her rib cage, and then wrapping my fingers around her neck while she spreads wider for me.
I’ve never had a woman this responsive, this easy to please, because we love all the same things. It’s like we were made for each other, and I can’t get enough of it. I start to fuck her hard, and she whimpers but hangs on, begging for me to go even harder. The desk rattles underneath us, and I’m half-afraid it’ll collapse from this kind of abuse.
Her hips rock, and I can tell she’s searching for more. I slip my hand between us and use my thumb on her clit. She moans her approval, and her eyes flutter closed, her fingers gliding up my forearm.
“Such a good little slut. Always letting me know how desperate you are for more of me.”
“Oh god. I’m going to come again.”
“Good. Use that tight little cunt on my cock and take me with you.”
She does exactly as I ask, and I fuck her harder as we both come, almost in sync, and I fill her with every last drop. I barely let her catch her breath before I move again.
“Turn around and spread. I want to watch me leak out of you while I finish what we started with the belt.”
She stands slowly and places her palms on the desk before she bends. My come is already slipping down, making a mess of her thighs, and I grin as I grab the belt and gently tap her with it.
“You can do better than that,” she taunts me, and I crack her hard, one last time for good measure. She cries out, and I rub my palm over the red mark before I bend down and kiss it.
“Better?” I tease her back.
“Much.” She turns to look at me, a softness in her eyes I don’t remember seeing before. “Completely sated.”
“Good.” I kiss her, pulling her into my arms to hold her. We sit like that for several long minutes. Me muttering how beautiful and perfect she is while she nuzzles against the crook of my neck. I’m so lost in her, lost in the control she has over me, that I don’t know that I’ll ever recover from it.
I break the silence. “I’m going to start the shower for us. But first I need to tell you something.”
Her brow furrows, and she studies my face like she might be able to find the warning of what’s to come there. Her lip worries between her teeth, and I tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me.
“I love you.”
It comes so easily that I can hardly believe I’m capable of it. Words I’ve never been good at that now feel as uncomplicated as telling her she’s pretty and smart. It’s just the truth. And with her, the truth is easy.
“I love you too. For a while now, I think.” The sweet smile she has makes my heart pound in my chest. I don’t know how I got this lucky.
“I don’t know how this works. It’s new for me. But I want it to work. Okay?” I’m nervous about this part. Worried about navigating the complexities of her being a vet at relationships and me being a gangly, confused neophyte still trying to find his footing.
“We can go slow, and we can figure it out,” she reassures me.
“I can do slow,” I agree. I place one last kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll go start the shower.”
“That sounds good,” she answers, but when she bends to pick up her dress, she reaches for one of the photos that’s fallen to the floor instead.
She picks it up, and I see a note scrawled on the back that I hadn’t noticed before. To be fair, I’d been too upset at the contents to look much past the images themselves. A thing I feel silly for in retrospect.
She deserves better than a Rawlings. Either of you.
